"She never talks about weddings. Why did she suddenly bring it up and even want it urgently?" Desmond asked himself when Daniella left. His mind was telling him she was up to something, but he couldn't tell her exact motive. They were together because of his family and her pregnancy, and things have never been the same ever since Anabel left.
Though he believed with time he would start loving Daniella, but her recent character was not something he could just ignore. She blocked her sister and his mother on his phone. And why would she be talking about wedding when the coast was not clear enough? He was losing contracts, coupled with the fact that his mother was sick.
At night when they got ready for bed, Desmond couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. He had been looking forward to a romantic evening with Daniella, but now it seemed like that was not going to happen.
As they lay in bed, Desmond reached out to Daniella, hoping to rekindle the spark that had been missing that evening.
"Who is that idiot touching me?" Daniella mumbled when she felt Desmond's hand on his body. "Will you stop touching me?"
"What is your problem?" Desmond asked and tried to touch her again, but Daniella pushed him away. "Will you stop touching me? I need to sleep. I'm not in the mood."
"Don't worry about that. I will put you in the mood. Just relax." Desmond urged.
"I don't want it. Just sleep. Not tonight, Desmond," she said with a cold voice.
"What is the problem? Come on, Daniella. I need you tonight. I've had a long day, and I'm stressed out." He said, and Daniella just rolled over, turning her back on Desmond. "I'm tired, Desmond. Just leave me alone. If you don't want to fix our wedding, then leave me alone."
"Ohh, is that why you don't want me to touch you? You are nagging because of the wedding?
"So it's not enough reason? You don't want a wedding, and you want to have sex with me. What do you take me as? Your sex toy?" Daniella asked.
"I never said you are a sex toy. Why say all these? We will have a wedding, but not now."
"Then leave me alone. If you want me, then fix the wedding."
"Why have you not been considerate? My mother is sick, and I'm losing contracts. I've not been myself for days now, and there you are, adding salt to my wound."
But Daniella just shrugged, not even bothering to turn around. "That's not my problem, Desmond. It's not enough reason to delay our wedding."
Desmond tried to pull her gown up, and she slapped his hand away, then pulled it down back.
Desmond felt a wave of anger wash over him. How could Daniella be so callous and uncaring? Didn't she realize that his business was suffering, and he's losing contracts?
"Daniella, I'm trying to be patient with you. I don't want to have a problem with you."
Daniella finally turned around with her eyes flashing with anger. "You are the one instigating problems already. I want us to get married officially. But you're just dragging your feet and not taking me seriously."
"Don't start what you cannot finish. I'm horny and...." Desmond hadn't finished talking, and Daniella interrupted. "Then settle yourself in the bathroom and leave me alone."
"You want me to go in there and masturbate while I have you?"
"Stop asking me useless questions. I'm just suggesting. If you touch me again, I will leave the room for you." With that, she turned and covered herself properly with the blanket.